From the kids' department I can see the parking lot and every morning I look out and see my ex's car parked in the closest spot. Every day it's the same thing. Intake of breath, heart jumps all crazy, oh no, he's back. Every day I have to re-remember that he sold his car to a co-worker before moving away, that I still have a safe insulation of a thousand miles, that I'm in no danger. It still isn't easy to see it every day - that car where we kissed a million times, that drove us to the river so he could take pictures of me, that drove us everywhere while we lied and lied and lied to each other.

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